Sienna DiMarco
The beeping of machines and a pounding on my head were clear signs that something had happened to me. I slowly opened my eyes, and the blinding lights made me squirm and grunt.
“Easy, Sienna,” A male voice filled my ears. It was familiar, but it was not my husband´s voice. Salvatore… where is he?
“Lucca?” I mumbled, and he sighed.
“You fainted,” he said, and I sighed.
“I have a headache…” I muttered, and he nodded.
“Where is my mother?” I asked,
“Frederick took her to her home,” Lucca said, “Her nurses had all the information, and all the care they needed to provide, and James made sure all the shifts were covered…” he said, and I nodded.
“Can you pass me my phone?” I said, and he nodded.
I took my phone and, with trembling hands, dialed my husband´s number
